In the following essay MC digs into the core of the current Gender Wars.
How Males Became Toxic
by MC
It is true that many men beat their female partners, but in the UK the statistics show that more women use violence against their spouses than do men. It is just that the men do more harm because they are bigger and stronger — yep, men are physically different; both in their minds and in their musculature and skeleton, let alone other physical differences.
In time of war, when home and hearth are threatened, then the fighting male is a hero, but what happened in the Pax Americana? Just how did the male become ‘toxic’?
I was born six years after the end of WW2. I was born into a world where men had duties and responsibilities, and in which all men (in the UK) served ‘National Service’ during which they were taught to fight, to be warriors. I fired my first rifle at age 10, a .303 SMLE re-barrelled to take .22 long. We were not allowed to handle the bayonet; that was considered too dangerous.
That I could hit the target at age 10 (but could not even properly lift the rifle unaided) was a huge joke to the Royal Marine instructor.
Later, at the grammar school I attended, we had Combined Cadet Force (CCF) and I got to shoot full clips of .303. In an earlier age I would have been trained as part of a Lewis or Vickers machine gun crew.
Also, in the boy scouts (sea scouts) we had regular interaction with the Royal Navy, which was old hat to me, being the son of a Naval Officer. I have a vivid memory of standing on the quarterdeck of HMS Vanguard, the last of the British battleships, looking up at the 15 inch guns, and my father threatening to send me to crawl up the gun barrel to polish it…
In the 1950s and 1960s men (and boys) had a part to play in society. It was accepted that in the end, we had to send our sons, husbands and fathers to war to defend the homeland if necessary, and that we young lads were the last line of defence.
So boys could be boys — because boys had to learn to be warriors and to be MEN!
But!
That all changed…
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mum
He’s the all American bullet-headed saxon mother’s son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes
All the children sing…
The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
”Not when he looked so fierce”, his mummy butted in
”If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him”
All the children sing…
The slow poison of opinion changed. Martial male pursuits became toxic, and with it came the feminisation of society. But not female as such, a much more a male-envy form of female.
Unique to the female is the giving of life, and of nurturing and feeding that life, but these female warriors were not interested in motherhood; their war was against male ‘privilege’. The Pax Americana meant that in the short term males were superfluous, and could be dumped like so much military surplus, and as for motherhood — how uncool!. To share your body with an embryo human, one that would need effort and treasure for twenty years or so.
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